Mama Odie Song Lyrics Novels & Stories

For who? Air rushes out of my lungs and my insides knot. She cannot have a kid for another man. I scroll through Mama Mace’s page. It’s either a new account or she doesn’t post often. There are only three videos. Her most viral being the one with our sound. I tap on the second video, and my heart twists into itself. “She’s singing about us,” I say to no one in particular. My knees buckle. I slide down to the floor, toss Sam’s phone to him, and bring out mine to view the videos. The lyrics of the song are on the screen instead of her face. It’s the chorus of Tangled sheets. Our song.

I looked up in shock and met my mother's cold, indifferent face. But all I saw in her eyes was eighteen years' worth of disgust. I clenched the hem of my shirt, my voice trembling. "Mom… didn't you say that once I'd donated blood eighteen times… I'd finally be your clean child? So why are you still throwing me away?" That one sentence seemed to ignite something in her. "Clean? What right do you have to be clean?!" She lunged at me, her fingernail digging into my forehead like a dagger.

I remember cuddling up in the bed next to Isa and singing my own song, something to the tune of “We're getting out, and it’s finally over; yes, we're getting out, and it’s finally over.” I had a passion for writing music for as long as I could remember, and tonight was no exception. Isa sang along and added her lyrics while we patiently yet nervously waited for this nightmare to finally end. I can recall repeating the song's lyrics repeatedly until we heard Smitty come back in. We could hear him stumble through the house, tripping and knocking things over in his path. We listened while Mama let Daddy get high and make love to her for one last time. I remember feeling most excited about those

She starts to sing to me. When I hear a baby cry, I think of a lullaby— a lullaby that seems to cling to me— a lullaby my momma would sing to me. But Mama, I'm not tired. I yawn sleepily. Mama grins and continues to sing You will close your eyes, you will rest on my heart, waiting for the sweet night. While you will sleep, while you will dream, I will watch over you. I close my eyes and listen to my Mama's beautiful voice

“Really? You just had a drink.” “I’m still thirsty. Please.” “Okay, but just water this time.” Geoff heard his mom open and close the dish cabinet where they kept the cups and glasses. Geoff couldn’t help it. He found drinking water boring. “Can I have some soda?” “No, you’re too young.” His mom left the kitchen with a glass full of water. She remembered to put a straw in his cup before she gave it to him. “Aw.” Geoff hesitated at first. He stopped his mom from leaving when he said. “Wait. Mom, are you and dad divorce like David Lane’s parents?”

My stomach tightened. "Fuck, I'm cumming," mommy moaned, her pussy wet and creamy. "I'm gonna-" "Cum," it felt like Daddy was commanding the two of us. Before we know it, we were both screaming into the night, cumming so hard, it blinded me for a moment. Seconds later, I felt him empty himself into me. "Ooh, fuck," I moaned. "No, stay please," I pulled him closer while we tried to catch our breath.

I imagine her bright smile and her tough wit. The song comes to me with no trouble. I can barely keep up with the rhymes and words that pour into my brain. It’s never this easy, but I don’t fight it. Though Camila won’t know this, I’m writing “Lose it All” for Mama. Maybe she will hear it and finally start to get well. I know I’m a fool to think a song could cure her, but all I want is for her to be better. And while I play the chords on the piano, singing to myself, I let the tears fall down my face as I conjure the memories of the independent woman who raised me.

"You were a lamp in our darkest nights, But you faded away when we needed you the most, And you took pieces of our hearts with you, To a world beyond our reach, Even now I cry over the life we could have had, I worry that you're all alone in that graveyard, Where father buried you and our happiness. It's winter again and I worry that you're cold. I would sell my life to go back to the day that you left, I would fight every monster that stole your soul away." I sing a piece of the song I recently wrote for my dead mother. My voice sounds soother than I imagined it could be. I take a deep breath before carrying on, but the air suddenly smells like a devine fragrance.

Madie and birdy rhymed a bit. "Because, baby..." Mister D neared his face close to mine and was staring hard. "I'm your Daddy."

The song started and she stared thoughtfully at the air for some seconds, before she started nodding her head slowly, until she began shaking her shoulders. [This is the lyrics of the song] My Mama would say, nothing would break me, or leave me astray Who would've guessed, I let my mind drift so far away. You always said, I was a dreamer, now it's dead. I'm dreaming of things, that's making my mind go crazy Small things like When I call you at home and he answers the phone Or I get your machine and I don't hear me When I lie in my bed with the thoughts in my head